Captured By The Warriors

by Daniella Wright

  We’ve not had as much time as I would have liked together during our recovering, to progress our talks further than the fact we enjoyed what had happened – and to think of the future. Most of us expected to be working in Algeria for longer, but all of us have suffered injuries and enough chaos to warrant being sent home as heroes.

  Not that we feel like heroes. It’s not so cut and dry. We glorify the idea of being heroes, but we’re not. We’re just people in the wrong place at the wrong time, or right place, right time, depending on how you want to look at all. We did everything we could to just not die on the spot, but most of us did succumb to the insurgents by the time reinforcements arrived, despite my best efforts.

  Despite everyone’s best efforts.

  “I don’t know, honestly,” Jason says, and his expression falls. I squeeze his hand, and he accepts the comfort with a long exhale. “I was the drop out. And I don’t want to go back to my parents. I don’t even know if they can take me back, really. They didn’t have so much love for me. It won’t be a nice reunion.”

  “Surely you have an idea of what you want to do, though?” I’m astonished and perhaps ignorant. I’ve always had a clear plan in mind when it comes to my future. I’ve always known I would end up caring for others.

  “No. I don’t have the skill sets to do anything. Maybe I could be a drill instructor or something, but I wouldn’t be placing bets for that to happen, you know.”

  “I’ll do anything,” Alex cuts in with a grunt. “I’ll work my ass off in a McDonald’s or something, take on any odd jobs I can until I’m on my feet. Thinking of applying for college. I got in, you know, but my family thought it would be better for me to serve. More heroic, I suppose.”

  “Neither of you wanted to be here?” I gape at them.

  They shake their heads. “Don’t get me wrong,” Jason says. “I’m glad I did come. If I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t know Alex or you. But it wasn’t my first choice.”

  I nod, though the revelation still stuns me.

  I’m the only one who wanted to be here.

  At least, though, none of us regret it.

  “I want to stay in contact with you both,” I confess. “I don’t want to lose either of you. Not after what we’ve seen, what we’ve experienced. There’s a whole future waiting for us out there. I’d like it if you were both involved in that future, too.”

  Both of them stare at me for such a long time then, that I feel the heat rising to my face. Please, I think. Please don’t leave me.

  I can’t explain it precisely, but I’d love to have a Bohemian lifestyle with them. I love how open they are with each other, and how we slot into each other’s lives without much boat rocking going on. We’ve only been together for such a short time, and yet it feels like infinity. Maybe, just maybe, we were meant to meet.

  Even if neither of them planned to be in the army, I’m glad I found them.

  “To be honest,” Alex says, and I see hesitation upon his rugged face, in his dark eyes. He runs a nervous hand through his blonde hair, and I can see the nervous pulse of his heartbeat in his neck. “I want to keep in contact with you guys. But I’m afraid… of explaining it to other people. Of convincing them that this is what I want and it’s not just some spur of the moment rash decision that will all crumble apart within a few weeks.”

  “Then don’t,” Jason says. “Don’t bother explaining. Their opinions don’t matter. We have something good here, the three of us. And, we both owe Jenny here our lives. If she wants me to be in her future, well, I’m sitting up and listening. If she wants all of us together – don’t be an ass. Go for it.”

  Jason’s stark admission makes me smile, and Alex eventually allows one to play across his lips as well. Their smiles are beautiful and encouraging, and send me floating.

  “Thank you, Jason. I’ll tell you what I’ve been secretly thinking over the weeks, when we’ve been healing and I’ve not been fixated on the people I failed at the town.”

  “That wasn’t your fault,” Jason says, but I wave a hand to silence him.

  “That doesn’t matter. I’m a nurse, I hate seeing people die. I wouldn’t forgive myself for trying everything in my power to keep someone’s heart beating, their mouths talking. Anyway, what I’ve been secretly thinking is of the idea that all of us can be in a house together. All three of us. And you can both look for jobs to get back on your feet, and I’ll be hauling in my nurse wages to keep us stable. We’ll watch T.V and eat pizza and live together without any fear of what other people might think about us.”

  I feel a weight lift in my heart as I confess this. I know dreams don’t always come true, but it’s nice to air them out. Especially to the two main subjects of my dream.

  Alex leans forward then to kiss me on the forehead. “You know what? I like this vision.”

  “Me, too,” Jason adds with a smirk.

  “Just don’t get too randy with one another without having me in on the action on occasion, okay?”

  They laugh at that, and already, my heart feels a little lighter.

  We talk a little more on the matter, discussing what we’ll be doing when we get back to our homes, how soon we can likely move – what state we might want to live in. The fact we’re sitting here and so candidly discussing this fills me with positivity.

  Maybe my dream will come true.

  Maybe we can live together, and it will all work out in the end.

  Some more soldiers join the hangar, all with wounds that have incapacitated them one way or another. I see three amputees, and one guy who has a bandage covering one of his eyes. He gives us a weary thumb up, and we stop discussing our future plans for the moment, now focusing on the other soldiers.

  The plane roars into action a few minutes later, and we’re off. There’s not much of a view in this place, but we have each other for company. I notice I’m the only woman in the launch, and Jason and Alex are passively protective of me, directing evil glares to anyone who checks me out for longer than necessary.

  I fall asleep during the ride home, hopeful of what the future might bring.

  They want to share it with me. It’s not just some wistful fancy. For me, it’s reality. Part of me is still afraid that once we step off into our home states, we’re just going to drop out of each other’s sphere of influence, and we’re never going to talk again.

  The other, bigger part knows that I can trust these men. They want to be with me, and I with them.

  We can make it work.

  Chapter Eight – Three months later

  The warfront seems light years away. It can be hard to remember that we have such places of conflict upon our own planet.

  The memories might have been too much at some points, if it wasn’t for Baker and White. We did move in together, in the end. We packed up and went to a quiet place, one with beautiful scenery – North Dakota. A small village nearby provides all our basic food needs, and the Canadian border isn’t so far away, meaning we can make day trips into Canada by car. We’ve done so a few times by now, and it’s been glorious.

  What’s more glorious is the exclusive access I have with both men. We’ve had more than our fair share of fulfilment, and job wise, it’s been pretty good as well. I’m a nurse in a local hospital an hour’s drive away, and I don’t mind so far making the journey five days a week. Jason and Alex both work as ranch hands on a nearby ranch. The pay isn’t great, but they get fantastic selections of dairy products and food which makes up for a lot of it – plus, rent is pretty cheap in our neck of the woods.

  I’m on top of Jason right now, staring into his light blue eyes, marvelling at the way they catch the light, and appreciating the golden flecks that rim the iris. I kiss next to his sclera, and grind my naked body against his, allowing his length to slip into me. My body is always hungry to have him and Alex inside me, though Alex isn’t home yet. I ride him hard and fast, groaning with the effort, drowning in the sweet sensation that ripples through me. He clutches my hips tight, u
rging me to go faster, and I oblige, as I breathe in the manly scent of him, feel his rough hairs tickle over my chest.

  We’re doing this on the sofa, making quite the spectacle of ourselves. My breasts bounce away, and it’s not long before we scramble to switch positions, with me kneeling, and him taking me from behind, thrusting just right. Without any fear of being overheard, I let rip with my moans and gasps, rolling my eyes back in pleasure. The door clicks open in that moment, and I feel Jason freeze inside me. Alex walks in, back from a half marathon run. I stop moving on top of Jason for a moment and smile at Alex.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, man,” Jason says, slightly breathless. He’s still hard inside me, and it’s exhilarating.

  Alex examines both of our naked bodies with a wicked smirk, before dabbing some of the sweat off his brow. “Any room for someone else in that?”

  I grin back. “Of course. There always is.”

  Jason laughs, nodding, as Alex peels off his clothes one by one, revealing the invigorating musculature hidden beneath. The pink scar on his leg is visible, and no hairs grow there.

  He joins in on the action, like we’ve shared so many times before, in the house we live in together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Jason picks up his thrusting again. Alex says he’s off to quickly shower, because he’s sure I wouldn’t want to taste sweaty marathon from him, and before I protest, and say it’s fine, I don’t mind, he quickly dunks himself into the shower.

  He takes precisely forty seconds, which must be a record time for that man, because he usually spends what feels like hours in that thing.

  Back out, he stands in front of me and slowly stirs his member into a full erection, and Jason continues thrusting hard inside me, his fingers digging into my rear, until his seed erupts inside, flooding me with warmth. I gasp and grin, my inner core contracting around him. He gasps as well, briefly clawing my back, before Alex strides over to me, flips me onto my back, drags my legs towards him with that awesome power of his, and then places his throbbing erection inside me, not giving me much of a break. I scream in delight and throw my head back as he both thrusts hard into me and rocks my body, making each jab powerful as it hits dead center my g spot.

  Of course he knows exactly where my g spot is, and I’m moaning nonstop, shuddering uncontrollably, mindless with bliss and lust as he continues his powerful thrusts. I can barely handle it, I can barely handle him, but he continues those earth shattering movements, knowing how easy it is for me to orgasm from this, even without stimulation upon my bundle of nerves.

  Jason now starts stroking my hair from behind, and kissing my forehead, running his soft, wet lips over my face.

  We lock in a tongue embrace then, with him deeply thrusting into my mouth, and Alex hits me again in the direct center.

  I feel the orgasm roll inside me, build up and release itself in a wonderful explosion of happy chemicals.

  It’s not over for me, though.

  Even before the first orgasm has made its way through my body, I feel Alex release himself in me, and then the men have switched positons again. This time, Jason is placing his mouth against my wetness, my craving heat. I’m already so sensitive. I twitch and shiver just from the warm breath of air he exhales upon me. When his tongue licks along my slit and touches my bundle of nerves, it’s electrifying, and too much. I flinch, but Alex, breathing heavily, pins me down by my arms, not allowing me to move as Jason gets to work upon tormenting my clit.

  I groan. My back arches, my toes curl, and I try my hardest to escape from the impossible pleasure, but I’m locked tight. My body sends seismic ripples through my bones with every flick he gives me down there, every touch in the perfect spot.

  It’s good, in a way that he’s using his tongue, because it’s soft and wet, and doesn’t hurt.

  Our lust at times seems insatiable, and even with the three of us giving our all to make sure we experience the best pleasure possible, sometimes it’s still not enough.

  Because we can’t get enough of one another at all. And that’s the truth.

  My thoughts at this point have long since gone out the window, focusing more on reacting. Like, oh… what is he doing there? I’ve never felt that kind of sensation before.

  I’ve never felt anything as deep as when I associate with these two, whether it’s in bed or out of it. We have a bond that reaches beyond simple things. We saw horrors, we survived them, and we supported each other through it.

  Jason licks my feelings into a crescendo. The song rips inside me, and conducts its way through every nerve as another orgasm laps through, not as powerful as the first, since my reserves are a little depleted, but still strong enough to make me know I probably won’t be doing much walking later.

  That’s okay, though.

  I groan as Jason kisses himself up my body, and then Alex takes his place there, now beginning his worship of my core.

  Surely there can’t be enough energy there for another orgasm, but I have a sneaking suspicion Alex will be able to elicit another one from me.

  I take part in this, knowing that our paths entwine, and our futures are bright and clear.

  We belong together.

  They are mine and I am theirs.

  A Virgin For Two Athletes

  ~Bonus Story~

  A Steamy College Sports Menage

  Mindy Maple is a 21 year old college student who has no idea what to do with her life. She is involved with the college paper, and while the sports correspondent is out sick she's tasked with reporting on the game, which she loathes.

  However, she notices Donny and Mick, two stars of the college who seem to have a telepathic understanding. Both men are handsome and at a party afterwards she gets to meet them, and finds the both irresistible.

  Making excuses to see them again, Mindy finds herself dating both men at once and she can't choose between them. Will one of them take her virginity or will they find out her secret, or is there yet a third possibility Mindy hasn't even considered...?

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  1

  Sometimes I wondered why I bothered doing what I did. When I went into college I was bright-eyed and filled with enthusiasm. I wanted to do everything I possibly could and threw myself into the life, or so I thought. I'd never been that good at making friends. I realized in college that I was harder than I thought. I'd never been without friends, but when I was younger it just seemed so much easier. Friendships were based on matching color of socks or if you liked the same sweets, but as I grew older I began to see that friendships were difficult to begin. How do you go up to someone and just say, 'I like you and I want to spend more time with you,' without it being weird? Maybe people who are less socially awkward could pull it off, but for a bookish 21 year old who tends to live in her own world there's no chance.

  I never thought I'd say it but I kinda missed high school. Not that I particularly enjoyed my time there but at least I knew my place and I was comfortable in the social structure, and I had my few friends. They're across the country now. When I left for college we promised that we'd make the effort to see each other as often as possible but our relationship quickly devolved into empty promises on Facebook, and liking their pictures just to pretend that we still cared. It was sad to see how quickly things could change, and I wished that I could make new friends but it wasn't so easy. I tried, believe me, and maybe that was part of the problem. For others things seemed to be effortless and sometimes it was difficult to walk through campus and see everyone else having fun. All I wanted was to be a part of it and I just didn't know how.

  I'd also always been told that it was good to have extra-curricular activities on a resume so I joined as many clubs as I could. Most of them only lasted a few days. Turns out I wasn't very good at kayaking, rock climbing, slam poetry, or Taekwondo and by the time I'd been buzzing across campus to do all these different things everyone else had fallen into friendship groups, and sure there were people I w
as friendly with but that was different, and most of the time I felt alone. I buried myself in my homework. Thankfully studying English Literature gave me a lot of homework, and I could always say that reading a book was as much a part of research for my major as well as a leisure activity. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do as a career, and I think part of that was the reason why I tried so many clubs because I wanted to discover my passion and my talents. Unfortunately I don't think anyone can make a career from sitting in the pajamas flanked with a hot chocolate and a pile of books.

  I can dream through.

  The only thing that gave me respite aside from reading was being involved in the college newspaper, and even then I wouldn't exactly call it fun. It was more like having a job but not actually being paid. Still, I knew it would benefit me to keep at it and I did enjoy it. Plus it gave me a little bit a human interaction. The editor was a girl named Jennifer and I would never have pegged her as being interested in journalism, what with her bleach blonde hair and perfect posture, always dressed stylishly, which made me feel stupid when I turned up in an old crinkled t-shirt. Anyway, there were a few of us involved and it was a good group. We'd hung out outside of the paper a few times but it had never really stuck, and since the office was just a small disused room you couldn't fit many people in there, so the reporters mostly did their work elsewhere. I focused on book reviews and some focus pieces, which was good to build a portfolio but I still wasn't sure that I wanted to go into journalism as a career.

  I was working in the library when Jennifer came up to me. It was always fun to see her walk through a room as heads turned. I often wondered what it was like to have that much attention all the time, but she seemed to love it. I think I'd just feel weird to have so many people staring at me, not even knowing anything about me other than the fact that genetics meant I was blessed with a good bone structure. No, I much preferred being in the shadows and on the sidelines, just happy living my own life and keeping things as simple as possible.